Corvus' Short Scenes!!

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On 7/20/2022 at 6:17 PM, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #43: i dont know anymore.

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Days Since: 208

Days since I’ve cried: 0

Days when I’ve put my head on my pillow and told myself I’m strong because I’ve made it one more day without you: 208

Days that I don’t miss you: 0

Days that I’ve missed you: 209

Days since I’ve felt you: 210

Days since I’ve kissed you: 213

Days since I’ve hugged you: 210

Days since I’ve told you ‘I Love You:’ 208

Days since the accident: 208

Days since you’ve died: 208

Days I’ve wished you were still here: 208

 

Gimme a sec, imma just cry about how amazingly sad this is for about thirty minutes-

 

On 8/8/2022 at 0:31 PM, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #51: The Warden (bum bum buuuum)

Also, whatever this was intrigued me more than anything I've read in... a long time. You should write a full-length book!

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59 minutes ago, Landing Sequence said:

Gimme a sec, imma just cry about how amazingly sad this is for about thirty minutes-

 

i don't see that one as as sad as people keep telling me it is- but thank you!  

59 minutes ago, Landing Sequence said:

Also, whatever this was intrigued me more than anything I've read in... a long time. You should write a full-length book!

I just went back and re-read it. It is quite interesting, but it's paraphrasing a minecraft streamers character. So, technically if i wrote a full length book, it'd be a really long fan fiction XD. thanks though!  

I'm glad people like my writing style!

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Scene #57: A thing I wrote for my girlfriend (yes this is a thing. it will always be happening.)

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If you wouldn’t mind,

I’d like to speak my mind.

To put it simply, I’m attempting to put into words,

my feelings for you.

You

Are the love of my life.

You

Make me feel whole again.

You

Make life worth living.

You

Are perfect. Just the way you are.

Everything about you is beautiful.

If it were so simple, I would wish us away to a place where we can be together, where you would feel safe, where you would be happy.

We all have flaws.

I have my fair share of them, as do you.

But.

Flaws are what makes us Alive.

Flaws make people more Real.

Flaws are the greatest things we could ever have.

I don’t care what people say about me, or about you.

I would fight a room full of people, I’d fight the whole world if it came to it.

On the brink of death, I would protect you.

And I know you would do the same.

To think that someone views me as a safe haven from the world is astronomically beautiful.

These feelings are beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I want nothing more than to hold you.

I want nothing more than to make your wildest dreams come true.

I want to be there with you. Through it all.

I want to have a future with you, an eternity with you.

There’s nothing I’d rather have.

I’ve made mistakes.

Major mistakes.

Huge, astronomically stupid mistakes.

I’m trying to move past them.

I’m struggling, but when I think about you,

You give me the motivation to push through, to try harder.

You make me want to be a better person.

If I could, I’d remove the weight of the world from your shoulders.

With a scribble and a period, I’d write our future into existence.

That moment, on the 9th of the 5th, at the 15th of the 5th, was the most amazing, beautiful, most wonderful moment of my life.

Nothing prepared me for it.

Nothing prepares me for the countless surprises you provide.

You’re a master at your trade, and you are perfect.

I’ve said what I can,

I’ve put it into words.

But please, allow me to put it into actions.

After all, actions speak louder than words.

And I want to shout.

 

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood]

BEAUTIFUL!

[Morningtide]

I ran out of rep before I could rep that

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wrote 4 things yesterday.

Scene #58: Poem based on Lullaby by Sleeping At Last

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Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Rest your weary eyes,

And drift into slumber.

Rest your head on my shoulder,

And sleep peacefully.

Tomorrow will be better,

But for now, sleep.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, my love.

Tomorrow, your eyes will be brighter than the sun.

Tomorrow, your smile will be as dazzling as the rainbow.

Tomorrow will be better,

But for now, sleep.

Rest your head on my shoulder,

And sleep peacefully.

Scene #59: Panic/Anxiety attack poem. Based off my own experiences, not to be used as an explanation or something. Idk.

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I can’t breathe.

I can’t see.

I can’t feel.

I fall, and no one catches me.

But someone does bend down and wrap their arms around me.

I’m shaking, and shivering, and I think I'm screaming.

No, no, it’s just whimpering. Which is somehow worse.

There’s a hand on the back of my head, and a hand at my back. Both are rubbing reassuringly.

I shiver, and bury my head in the stranger's shoulder, eyes squeezed tight, breathing heavily.

The stranger says nothing until I open my eyes again, and I see her.

She gives me the most caring, most concerned look I’ve ever seen.

And she says something, but I can’t really make it out.

I think she said “One in ten?”

One in ten?

What does that mean?

I just stare at her, as my breathing slowly returns to normal. The shivering remains, but at least I'm not hyperventilating.

She offers me her hands, which I take, and she helps me up.

I suddenly feel very tired, and it is all I can do to not curl up on the ground and fall asleep.

She guides me to the bedroom, where she lays my still shivering body out on the bed.

She then gets on as well, and wraps her arms around me again.

I shiver and shake. I breathe like I’ve just been underwater for 10 minutes.

And she holds me.

And then I drift off.

Scene #60: Gay life reflections while floating through nothing.

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I jerked awake with a gasp.

At first, I thought I had gone blind.

But I looked down, and I could see myself faintly.

I was in a void.

There was what seemed to be no light, but there was a faint glow, invisible on its own, but it reflected off me, and I could see myself.

I got vertigo, and almost expelled the contents of my stomach.

Then the memories started flowing back, and the shock of it reset my body. My vertigo vanished, my stomach felt at rest.

But my heart started racing, and I began to cry.

I was in an infinite void, and Heather was alone.

I was in an infinite void, and I would never see Heather again.

I was in an infinite void, and I was alone.

And then I heard her voice, echoing through the void.

Shouting, but it wasn’t very loud.

It was like someone had recorded someone screaming, then lowered the volume drastically.

But I could make out what she was saying.

“…What do you mean?…”

“…Impossible!…”

And then

“Penny!”

She shouted my name, and it felt so good to hear her say it, to hear her voice at all.

My stomach fluttered, even though it was pointless.

Why did I have to fall in love with her?

Why did she have to fall in love with me, a goofy, short, brown haired girl with no social life?

Why did I have to fall in love with her, a blond, upbeat goddess?

Not much good the relationship did me then though.

Not when I was stuck there.

I hovered through the void.

I floated through the nothing.

I zipped through the black.

Heathers voice did not shout again.

I clung to her memories as I felt myself slipping.

My last memories of her were when…

Oh…

My last memories were from when she kissed me.

We had been at a park, on a crisp and clear autumn evening. The leaves were yellow and red and gold, and we were in a clearing surrounded by aspens. We were laying on a blanket, holding hands, gazing at the stars as they turned on for the night.

She had turned her head and said, “You ever wonder what happens if two stars collide?”

I furrowed my brow, which elicited a grin from her, but shook my head.

“There’s a violent explosion, passionate and beautiful. And what’s left is anyone's guess, but I imagine it’s something even more beautiful than before.”

Her face had inched closer to mine, and she had brushed some of my hair out of my face.

“You’re a star, Penny. We’re a pair of stars. They’re called binary stars.”

“You’re such a nerd,” I said, nervous and happy about too many things.

“I am a nerd,” Heather said. Then she had smiled, leaned in, and planted a kiss on my lips.

She had lingered there just long enough for me to register what was happening, before she pulled back again.

I scooted closer to her, and kissed her back.

Before I knew it, we had our arms around each other, and we were kissing under the starlight.

After that…

I had woken up in the void. I didn’t remember how I got to it.

But I clung to that memory as I drifted off.

And then I was gone.

Scene #61: This is how my Sundays feel to me. Specifically me, CalanoCorvus.

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Exhaustion and rest is usually what occurs on a sunday.

You’re reading in your room, not doing much.

Then suddenly, two feelings hit you.

Tiredness, and you want to fall asleep.

And loneliness, where you want to fall asleep next to the one you love.

Every sunday, without fail, these two emotions hit me in tandem.

I want to sleep, but I want to be asleep next to the one I love.

But I can’t be with the one I love on sundays, because sundays are family days.

So I sleep anyways. I sleep for about an hour, then go back to reading. Then I watch a movie.

Then I text my friends.

Then I read some more, and then get ready for bed and go to bed.

And I don’t tell anyone about the lonely sadness that permeates me on sundays. The overpowering anxiety that I can’t be with my friends, and that I can only sit and wait for tomorrow to start.

It is what it is, I guess.

And the next morning, I do see the one I love.

And the next three mornings.

But then the cycle repeats itself.

Week after week after week.

Forever.

 

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Scene #62: The Moon.

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They said not to go outside.

They said not to look at the moon.

Close your doors, they said.

Close your eyes, they said.

Don’t look up.

Wait until dawn.

Fear the night.

That’s what they said.

I have seen the moon.

I have not died.

I do not fear the night.

When I go outside,

I look up.

I look up at the moon.

And I feel more alive than ever.

There is nothing more beautiful than the moon.

The light of the stars, blinking in the black.

The light of the moon, shining through the stygian.

The light,

Shining down on me.

The light,

Giving me proof that they were wrong.

Oh, how wrong they were.

Oh, how beautiful the moon is.

The power it gives me, at the witching hour.

When I feel as if I could fight Gods.

Fight Gods,

And win.

The moon is beautiful.

I am beautiful.

The Night is beautiful.

But the Night is dangerous.

I am dangerous.

The moon

Is dangerous.

 

[Morningtide]

I love them all, but especially The moon and the Sunday one. Sundays often feel exacts the same to me, especially the loneliness part. The moon one is also really cool to me because I have always loved the moon and the stars. 

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Scene #63: Deliverance.

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Deliverance.

The Action of being Rescued or Set Free.

Deliverance,

Is a false hope.

You will not be Delivered.

Deliverance is not what you deserve.

When the Sun darkens on the Fourth Day,

The forces of Light will be held at Bay.

And from on high will fall,

Wings of black to maul.

The prophecy.

Deliverance.

Deliverance from the Light.

You will be Delivered.

But not in the way you expect.

 

[The Wandering Wizard]

9 minutes ago, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #63: Deliverance.

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Deliverance.

The Action of being Rescued or Set Free.

Deliverance,

Is a false hope.

You will not be Delivered.

Deliverance is not what you deserve.

When the Sun darkens on the Fourth Day,

The forces of Light will be held at Bay.

And from on high will fall,

Wings of black to maul.

The prophecy.

Deliverance.

Deliverance from the Light.

You will be Delivered.

But not in the way you expect.

 

That hits different. 

[Medium]

For real.

[Morningtide]

Yeah it's simultaneously depressing and a bit hopeful.

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Scene #64: The planet Epiphane.

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Rev pressed her nose against the window, staring down at the approaching ground.

She had never seen a more beautiful planet before, not in all her years traveling through deep space. She had been born and raised on this ship, and finally, for the first time, she would be able to touch real soil, and breathe real air, not the recycled air of the OSS Infurm.

Rev’s sister Nov appeared next to her.

“Are you excited, sister?” She asked.

“Beyond excited. Absolutely ecstatic.”

Rev inhaled, and a great warmth filled her chest, expanding outward to her arms and legs.

“I wish grandmother could see this,” Nov said, smiling sadly at the puffy lavender clouds above the surface of the approaching planet.

They had named the planet Epiphane, after the word epiphany, because of the sudden shock and realization of this beautiful, habitable planet.

“Epiphane…” Whispered Rev, “It’s beautiful.”

Nov squeezed Rev’s shoulder, “It is beautiful.”

Epiphane signified a fresh start.

A chance for a life. Not just surviving on a deep space vessel, but actually living. Gaining knowledge and ideas and just living.

The Infurm broke through the atmosphere, and suddenly the entire observation deck glittered with the iridescence of a gruck in the midday sun.

Rev gasped, and her heart flew up into her throat.

“Names of the Holy Few… It’s glorious.”

As the Infurm continued to descend, Rev’s heart only went up.

Ideas churned through her brain, on how she could make this planet beautiful. It was already beautiful, but it was a chaotic, natural beauty. Which was beautiful in its own right, but Rev had ideas that could accentuate the natural beauty of Epiphane.

The Infurm broke through the clouds, and after the lavender glow had disappeared from the observation deck, what replaced it was the most beautiful site Rev had ever seen.

Beautiful iridescent birds flew in V formations through the skies.

Bipedal creatures that looked like the Saurians from Rev’s home planet ran through the fields and forests, which glowed with an array of bright colors.

Blinding though it was, it was amazing.

The Infurm landed, and the bay doors opened. Rev raced through the corridors, down a flight of stairs, then took a left. And found herself face to face with one of the bipeds.

It was a little larger than she, and its reptilian neck glistened with bright, metallic, shifting scales.

It cocked its head, looking down at her with one of its eyes.

Rev gaped at it. Its arms hung low at its sides, and they too were covered in the shifting scales. It had a long tail and large, powerful legs.

Rev reached up slowly, so as not to scare it, and the biped inspected her hand.

Then it reached up with its own hand, and pressed it against Rev’s.

Its hand was warm, and tickled a little as the scales moved in the unseen breeze of color.

It chittered, a joyful sound, and looked at Rev.

“I will call you Horiz.”

It meant Horizon. For this planet, Epiphane, was certainly a new horizon.

And it would be beautiful.

 

[The Wandering Wizard]

5 minutes ago, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #64: The planet Epiphane.

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Rev pressed her nose against the window, staring down at the approaching ground.

She had never seen a more beautiful planet before, not in all her years traveling through deep space. She had been born and raised on this ship, and finally, for the first time, she would be able to touch real soil, and breathe real air, not the recycled air of the OSS Infurm.

Rev’s sister Nov appeared next to her.

“Are you excited, sister?” She asked.

“Beyond excited. Absolutely ecstatic.”

Rev inhaled, and a great warmth filled her chest, expanding outward to her arms and legs.

“I wish grandmother could see this,” Nov said, smiling sadly at the puffy lavender clouds above the surface of the approaching planet.

They had named the planet Epiphane, after the word epiphany, because of the sudden shock and realization of this beautiful, habitable planet.

“Epiphane…” Whispered Rev, “It’s beautiful.”

Nov squeezed Rev’s shoulder, “It is beautiful.”

Epiphane signified a fresh start.

A chance for a life. Not just surviving on a deep space vessel, but actually living. Gaining knowledge and ideas and just living.

The Infurm broke through the atmosphere, and suddenly the entire observation deck glittered with the iridescence of a gruck in the midday sun.

Rev gasped, and her heart flew up into her throat.

“Names of the Holy Few… It’s glorious.”

As the Infurm continued to descend, Rev’s heart only went up.

Ideas churned through her brain, on how she could make this planet beautiful. It was already beautiful, but it was a chaotic, natural beauty. Which was beautiful in its own right, but Rev had ideas that could accentuate the natural beauty of Epiphane.

The Infurm broke through the clouds, and after the lavender glow had disappeared from the observation deck, what replaced it was the most beautiful site Rev had ever seen.

Beautiful iridescent birds flew in V formations through the skies.

Bipedal creatures that looked like the Saurians from Rev’s home planet ran through the fields and forests, which glowed with an array of bright colors.

Blinding though it was, it was amazing.

The Infurm landed, and the bay doors opened. Rev raced through the corridors, down a flight of stairs, then took a left. And found herself face to face with one of the bipeds.

It was a little larger than she, and its reptilian neck glistened with bright, metallic, shifting scales.

It cocked its head, looking down at her with one of its eyes.

Rev gaped at it. Its arms hung low at its sides, and they too were covered in the shifting scales. It had a long tail and large, powerful legs.

Rev reached up slowly, so as not to scare it, and the biped inspected her hand.

Then it reached up with its own hand, and pressed it against Rev’s.

Its hand was warm, and tickled a little as the scales moved in the unseen breeze of color.

It chittered, a joyful sound, and looked at Rev.

“I will call you Horiz.”

It meant Horizon. For this planet, Epiphane, was certainly a new horizon.

And it would be beautiful.

 

That sent shivers up my arms. That was really good Corvus!

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thamnk :DDD

[Morningtide]

That sounds soo cool! I would love to visit that planet! I ran out of rep and it's only like 8:30ish 

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Scene #65: I Could Be A Better Boyfriend.

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Suddenly Sir Rich’s hands release mine, and new, more callused, firm, hands grip my hands instead.

“Glad he’s outta the way,” He mutters, “Now it’s just us.”

My lip curls in disgust, and he grins, leaning in.

“Thompson,” I say in revulsion, and he bows his head, chuckling softly.

“At your service, m’lady.”

He kisses my hand, and I have to fight the urge to pull back and slap him.

“Not enjoying my company?” He asks with a sly grin.

I force a smile, not wanting to make a scene in a room full of nobility.

“Of course not. You’re company is always a pleasure.” I make sure he knows I’m lying.

“Oh, poor baby,” He says, and I fight the urge to vomit, “You know though, that I could definitely be a better boyfriend than him.”

I cock a single eyebrow, for once too surprised to not gag.

“Oh yes,” He continues, those gleaming gold eyes staring into mine, “I could do all the stuff he never could, and I wouldn’t quit.”

I try to hold in a laugh, and I fail. It comes out loudly, and some of the dancers nearby glance in our direction.

“You disagree,” He says, and his grin falters, “I don’t see why you disagree. He left you alone, stuck here, with me.”

“He knows better than to go against you, regardless of how satisfying it would be.” I respond, twirling across the dance floor with him.

“Exactly!” He says, and his smirk returns full force, “I’m literally better! The universe must have divined this! And what am I gonna do other than make my move?”

“You’re sick, Thompson.”

“I know. It’s intoxicatingly beautiful, isn’t it?”

“More like intoxicatingly repulsing.” I respond, and finally break away to seek out Sir Rich.

“You know I’m right,” he calls after me, “Dump that loser, and get with someone you deserve. Someone who deserves you.”

“I am.” I shoot back.

And I walk away.

 

[Morningtide]

I like it! The character voice is really good

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood]

you're getting good, Calano. 

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he says on page 9, after the 65th vignette.

lmao thanks Thaid XD

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Scene #66: Funny Flash Fiction, not really a vignette.

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I cursed and ran after my silver dollar.

Earned over the months, it had just slipped out of my hands (literally) and was now rolling down the hill.

I sprinted after it, and stumbled, then fell.

I rolled down the hill towards the coin, although at this point, I didn’t know where it was anymore.

Eventually, I slowed to a stop. It felt like forever, though.

When I stopped, covered in dirt and grass, I rolled onto my back and looked at the stars.

They twinkled down at me, as if laughing.

I glared at them, then stood.

I glanced around, and saw the silver glint of my coin underneath a yellow porchlight of a nearby house.

I walked towards it, then bent down to pick it up.

I examined it, then heard a gasp.

The gasp shocked me so much, I fell flat on my butt once again.

The gasp turned into a shocked laugh, and I looked at the source.

And then I couldn’t look away.

And I thought my silver dollar was beautiful.

My tongue went numb, and I was suddenly aware of the dirt on myself, and my shoes were untied.

She was beautiful. Perfect.

She looked at me for a bit, then cocked her head.

“Are you going to say something?” She asked, and her voice was like honey. Sweet and soothing.

“Uh… Yeah. Hi.” I managed to say, which was a miracle, considering my predicament.

She grinned, and stood, and I tucked my coin into my pocket. She walked over to where I sat on my rump and extended her hand.

I looked at it, not daring to accept it. It was covered by a lace white glove, something that definitely did not need to be tarnished by dirt.

She gave me a puzzled look, then glanced at the glove. “Ah,” She said, and removed it, extending her hand once more, “Better?”

I reached out and accepted her hand, and a shock went from my hand up through my arm.

Her hand had a firm grip, and was soft like a newborn child's skin is soft.

She hauled me to my feet, and I released her hand, going to a pocket in my shirt.

I pulled out a small cloth, and took her hand once more, cleaning the dirt off without a word.

She looked down at the cloth which was slowly cleaning away the dirt off her hand, then up at me.

“And why are you doing that?” She asked.

“Dirt’s not good.” I replied.

She grinned.

“Dirt’s actually quite good for the skin.” She said, cocking her head.

I stopped cleaning.

“But…” She said, “I would get in trouble for having any on me anywhere, so…”

I continued cleaning the dirt off without a word.

“Done,” I said, and tucked the cloth back into my pocket.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Thomas.”

“Thomas?”

“Thomas. What’s your name?”

“Abigail.”

“Hello, Abigail.”

We stood there awkwardly, until the door of the porch opened.

And out stepped the bulkiest man I had ever seen.

“Abigail?” He asked in a gruff voice, “You out here?”

“Yes, Vance. I’m right here.”

Vance sees her, then he sees me, covered in dirt, standing quite close to Abigail.

“Abigail, Father wants to see you. Inside.”

Abigail immediately turns and walks inside. Vance walks up to me, gets right up in my face.

“What’re you trying to do, punk?” He asked.

“Get my coin back. It rolled down the hill.” I responded.

“Did you get it?”

“...Yeah.”

“Then what’re you still doing here?”

“Talking… Is that bad?”

Vance raised a single fist, flexed it, and knuckles cracked.

“That depends on your intentions.” He said.

“With Abigail?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Umm, friendly.”

And then he punched me. Hard. Square in the nose.

I reeled backwards, and my hand went instinctively to my now bleeding nose.

I choked back a shout of pain, and instead fell.

“Wrong answer,” He said, leaning down, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Then he walked back into the house. And I sat there, on my ass, my nose bleeding.

A short while later, Abigail walked back out again as I was trying to stanch the flow of blood. She had with her a damp cloth, and she knelt next to me, and began cleaning the blood off.

“Sorry about Vance,” She said, “He’s pretty protective.”

“It hurt.” I said simply. I was still in shock from the punch, and the fact that Abigail had come back.

I was not expecting her to come back, and yet, here she was.

She laughed, and it was a beautiful sound. It almost made the pain of my nose go away.

Almost.

I winced as she pressed the cloth a little too hard to my face, and she apologized.

We sat there in silence, and there were a few awkward moments of eye contact, but soon, the blood was no longer flowing, and my face was clean.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You don’t say much, do you?” She asked, smiling and tilting her head.

I shook my head with a small grin.

“Talking gets me in trouble.” I said simply.

“Well, let’s see if we can fix that. Come by tomorrow, at 3 pm. We can talk.”

I smiled. “I’d like that,” I said, and stood up. She stood with me. “Until then, Abigail.”

Abigail smiled. “Until then, Thomas.”

Scene #67: Little Poem

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Agonizing sobs ring in my ears.

My shirt is wet with tears.

Hands grip the back of my shirt,

Bleeding into me all the hurt.

And I grab right back,

Because love is not in lack.

I’ll listen to your problems,

And cry when you cry,

Stare at you under the sky,

and wonder how you feel so much,

So much pain and so much more.

I’ll listen to you.

I love you.

I’m here for you.

 

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Scene #68: Here's how marriage works in the Verdur trilogy.

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The Nexuna proffers both of her hands toward me, and toward Olivia.

Olivia takes the hand of the Nexuna, and I take her other hand. The Nexuna gestures with her head for us to take each other's hands.

I take Olivia’s hands, and a slight jolt enters my hand.

The Nexuna says, “You have both come here, on the Fifth Nexun Night, to forge a Bond of Nexun in the eyes of the Great Goddess Pla. Are you both prepared to forge the Bond?”

Olivia firmly says, “I am.”

“I am,” I respond.

The Nexuna flicks both her index fingers, and a vine travels from a pouch at her waist, up my arm, over my shoulders, down my other arm, and across Olivia's arms and shoulders before going into another pouch on the other side of the Nexuna’s waist.

“On this 1098th Fifth Nexun Night, in the year 1099 of the Great Goddess, I direct you into the forest, into the grove of the Seven Sacred Oaks, to bind your oath.”

Olivia and I walk past the Nexuna into the forest, right outside the Nex.

The trees quickly overpower us, and we enter a small clearing, surrounded by seven tall oak trees.

The Seven Sacred Oaks.

We step to the center, and vines curl up around us. In between us, a woman forms out of the vines.

“By the name of the Commune of Plaant, I hear your vows here and now. Speak them.”

I recount the vows, “I, Rylan Rintur, now do and forever take Olivia Lurisa to be my companion and partner in life, death, and in sickness and in health.”

Olivia repeats the same vows.

The woman of vines nods. “On this Fifth Nexun Night, the Fifth of the Seven, in the Grove of the Seven Sacred Oaks, the vows are binding. In the name of Pla, I pronounce you as Rooted.”

The vines retreat into the ground, and the vines around mine and Olivia’s arms retreat with them. We stand there for a second, blinking.

And then she smiles.

And I smile.

We are Rooted now. Together, us, forever.

At some point, we will have the opportunity to return and perform a bond of Nexunona with our first born child.

But for now, we are Rooted in a Bond of Nexun.

And that is enough.

 

[The Wandering Wizard]

2 hours ago, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #68: Here's how marriage works in the Verdur trilogy.

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The Nexuna proffers both of her hands toward me, and toward Olivia.

Olivia takes the hand of the Nexuna, and I take her other hand. The Nexuna gestures with her head for us to take each other's hands.

I take Olivia’s hands, and a slight jolt enters my hand.

The Nexuna says, “You have both come here, on the Fifth Nexun Night, to forge a Bond of Nexun in the eyes of the Great Goddess Pla. Are you both prepared to forge the Bond?”

Olivia firmly says, “I am.”

“I am,” I respond.

The Nexuna flicks both her index fingers, and a vine travels from a pouch at her waist, up my arm, over my shoulders, down my other arm, and across Olivia's arms and shoulders before going into another pouch on the other side of the Nexuna’s waist.

“On this 1098th Fifth Nexun Night, in the year 1099 of the Great Goddess, I direct you into the forest, into the grove of the Seven Sacred Oaks, to bind your oath.”

Olivia and I walk past the Nexuna into the forest, right outside the Nex.

The trees quickly overpower us, and we enter a small clearing, surrounded by seven tall oak trees.

The Seven Sacred Oaks.

We step to the center, and vines curl up around us. In between us, a woman forms out of the vines.

“By the name of the Commune of Plaant, I hear your vows here and now. Speak them.”

I recount the vows, “I, Rylan Rintur, now do and forever take Olivia Lurisa to be my companion and partner in life, death, and in sickness and in health.”

Olivia repeats the same vows.

The woman of vines nods. “On this Fifth Nexun Night, the Fifth of the Seven, in the Grove of the Seven Sacred Oaks, the vows are binding. In the name of Pla, I pronounce you as Rooted.”

The vines retreat into the ground, and the vines around mine and Olivia’s arms retreat with them. We stand there for a second, blinking.

And then she smiles.

And I smile.

We are Rooted now. Together, us, forever.

At some point, we will have the opportunity to return and perform a bond of Nexunona with our first born child.

But for now, we are Rooted in a Bond of Nexun.

And that is enough.

 

I kinda want to know the implications of this in world, but at the same time I don't. 

[Morningtide]

These are all soo cool! I somehow missed your last post, with #s 66 and 67. I think the poem is my favorite, but they're all so different! I like the aspect of worldbuilding in # 68

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50 minutes ago, The Wandering Wizard said:

I kinda want to know the implications of this in world, but at the same time I don't. 

It's very cobbled together, not well described. It's the basic gist. Bonds and stuff are very important to people in world, and everything is plant because well, that's my magic system.

47 minutes ago, Morningtide said:

These are all soo cool! I somehow missed your last post, with #s 66 and 67. I think the poem is my favorite, but they're all so different! I like the aspect of worldbuilding in # 68

The poem is nice  thanks. the worldbuilding was made while watching Brave last night lol.